Sup
Big Oprah. No more post cards to my hard working mom if you please,
kind ma'am. She is no longer here in this veil of tears, beers,
cheers, queers, deers, smears, jeers, and fears. There
is a whole lot more to this story of my weekend, and the movie, “THE
RING”,
as far as just what I have told you all so far, regarding
re-remembering that my mail box at my Atco home, in 1983, was not
damaged in the way that I forced myself to think.
Still
and all, and all things considered, we don't think on a 5-D
hyperspace level, mistake number one. We are all quick to judge and
slow to be open minded, mistake number two. The world is being robbed
as of early December of the year 2015, of truth, AKA Morianity,
mistake number three, and by far, ''thee biggest''; right Mister
Miracle Man Macy-34??!!!!!
When
I needed to use that memory however, I brought it back into my
surface mental consciousness, over at Tom Chillmo's home, in Ventnor,
New Jersey, in 1970, as discussed on prior early Morianity blogging
from the first two years of it, in 2006 and 2007. ''Remember'' that
little squib, folks? I a able due to powerful meditation and
self-mind-control, to forget just about all of the jury verdict
decisions on the great television show, ''Law & Order''. Without
doing that, even though I can practically recite the entire show line
by line and be able to play the parts myself without hardly studying
up at all, I still am able to block-out the very end part, and
without that, watching these repeats would become a lot more boring
and dull, fantastic as these shows all are. No one wants to be told
how a movie ends, and I have it on reliable trustworthy information
sources, that more than one busted jaw resulted from some idiot
ruining a movie for someone with that nasty behavior of blurting out
the ending in full intentional earshot of someone who is about to go
and see the movie. Why I bring this ability that I have up is as
usual, no quick simple thing that I can just explain in one blog
lesson. So sorry, Mister Ambassador, but I will be getting further
into this, as the blogs keep right on rolling along and singing
their song.
For
right now, I do want to prove that I am not just a crackpot kuke. I
said I want to, but if HALLS FAWCES won't permit it because whoever
is reading this is either an enemy agent, enemy family, or simply a
closed minded prick who gets off on people's pain; then I have no
power at all to alter or override this pre-programmed predestination
of negative events. Sorry lovely Twinbay, what really would you have
me fucking say here, lovely girl?
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet
Here
is something that proves I am not making up my problems with
billionaires and Wall Street criminals who now run this planet with
honest fists, from the Criminal Justice System, the entire Political
System, not to mention the Banking systems; and anything else that is
big at all, that anyone of you can possibly ever hope to think of,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
I admit that Thursday, a couple hours after that horrible shit in
Cali, the markets went down for the day, and for all I know they were
down and came up; but I don't know, and so I won't say. That is just
fair, and I am fair, and play by the rules of fair, as otherwise; who
would I ever be, to talk about those who don't, for crissake? But the
very next day after a big drop, all the losses were made up,
+++PLUS+++ nearly another hundred points of profit were gained. Now
AGAIN, we have a stock market that is responding +++POSITIVELY+++ to
terrorism, and that makes me more nervous than any fucking terrorist
ever could, with all their dam weapons and horror.
I said after the attack a couple of weeks back, in Paris France, the
very same thing. WHY IS THE DOW JONES RACING UP A THOUSAND POINTS
AFTER TERRORISM, it is not normal, it goes against 150 years of
trading history, and it PROVES to anyone not totally fucking
brain-dead, that something is going on here, and it ain't fuckign
good one little tiny ass bit, YO. It seems that WALL STREET, by its
very own trading behavior, is responding favorably to terrorism. If
you can argue back with me on this, then do it. Comment, you
buttwipes, but if you choose not to, then I am going to assume that
you agree or you are major major Milituforce Enemies to Mountainpen
and Morianity. The ONLY THING THAT RATIONALLY EXPLAINS WHAT IS
HAPPENING NOW AFTER TWO HORRENDOUS TERROR ATTACKS FOLLOWED BY SUPER
BULL MOVING STOCKS ON FUCKING WALL STREET, is that I AM RIGHT, and
that this has nothing at all to do with national, or global events;
or anything that used to apply, in some real world of my NON-HELL,
ever since 15 August of 1986; when my life turned a major and
inconceivable Pat
Robertson Hurricane Talker Cornerstone
or for short, a (PRHTC)
and that these moves on Wall Street are NOTHING other than what I,
Mountainpen, have claimed for a solid ten years on these blogs;
United
States Attorney General;
a technology that is
super black covert hushed up majestic level top secret classified,
ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY,
is indeed being used
on poor Mark Wayne Mohr,
and has been for 30 solid years;
and this is the result, and the effect, of this being done; a
market that went from 1800
or so points, to over
18,000
or so points. That is not the standard amount of annual gain from the
time these markets were created, up through August
15, 1986.
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT, people; after August
15, 1986
through present times; the new-normal,
as some are using this new P.C. terminology within the framework of
our new age issues, such as GW- meteorological, and gun violence, and
other things that are part of the third millennium; is so far from
the 'old-normal', it is silly to pretend that there is a zero percent
chance that I am anything but insane and crazy, and a 100% chance
that I am, and that all of this shit is crap. But
still,
to quote Detective
Lenny Briscoe,
I doubt I have one person on the fucking planet, convinced of this
powerful and unfathomable truth!!!! Someday
soon folks, IF I AM RIGHT; just where will some of you be?
Face reality you jerk offs, I won't live forever. I am dying now, and
fast; and I won't be here another nine hundred fuckiGN years. When
I am gone, the Milituforce is going to be mother fucking desperate
for replacement-me's. They probably have already been experimenting
on some of you without your awareness to it,
so that it will begin with you, as
soon as I kick the Christ off.
You can laugh at me now, and think you will all escape this shit. And
folks, you are wet in the head, and a lot of you will be targeted or
someone who you know and love will be targeted.
Whoever thought in a million fuckiGN years, that we would have mass
shootings more than once per day? But 2015 came in, and we are not
moving towards it, but are long into it; and
it is indeed more
than one per day,
by the definition on a mass shooting,
and all of this information is Google-available, so click on folks.
Don't ever take me at my word when
you don't have to.
The problem here is that you have to, when
it comes to this ICPE-APE deal.
So all I beg of you, is to honor my name by not cursing me out, when
all this fuckiGN shit comes to fruition, within a decade or less; and
your
lives are turned into a mother fuckiGN hot ass living hell nightmare,
that you'll find absolutely no recourse for, or any possible fuckiGN
escape from. The fucking dirt bag Milituforce
just struck me with a WORD-DISAPPEARING-HACK at 10:34 Post Meridian.
This is back again, Federal
Bureau of Investigation,
meaning that things
are real fuckiGN bad and only going to get worse.
I too have learned through these three decades of total fuckiGN hell,
kind FBI; to
do profiling, statistical analysis, and much more.
You guys and gals ain't the only one who the good fucking Lord handed
out brains to, YO!!!!!!! My best to Agent Steve Caruso, of Austin,
Texas, USA, BRO!
Things
are, as always, way more “intricate”, to quote my
comment, to parallel-universe-Paul Pedersen, from somewhere around
2006, give or take a year; at that shopping mall, where there is both
a K-MART Store, and an EXXON GASOLINE station; or at least there was,
as who can ever keep up with the changing world one hundred percent
of the time; and this place is located on Blackwood-Clementon Road,
just half a mile north of the Highland High School, up in
Southwestern New Jersey, USA. Permit me to post the date-time-weather
info, and then I'll get into the specifics of what I am talking
about, my kind folks out there!
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What
to do, and where they may possibly go, REAL WORLD, WOW Mister
Shakespeare, what a question that would be, OR NOT BE, huh, YO???
Paul
Pau000204015 Pedersen, Mark Mohr, and Microsoft, “perfect
together”, huh my pal, Tom Kean? Yeah,
you and me are real fucking heavyweights, aren't we big guy?
You're out there riding the Donna Jason Summer Forrest technique,
with the Agoui Noirs, which I've intentionally spelled incorrectly so
no one highlights and clicks, for both of our good; and me taking a
1984 telephone conversation of my great kid, to use technical
machines to make her sing a sampled-vocoder chorus, to my fish song.
We're
real fucking heavyweights, you and me, big guy,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!!!
DECEMBER
4, 2015,
LATE
FRIDAY NIGHT AT 10:56,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 72 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-73/L-68).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 82%, AND IT FEELS LIKE 76.
WIND
IS NE AT 10, WITH GUSTS TO 24.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0091
This
is beyond fucking powerful:
This
came to me in early 1984, or maybe the end of 1983, in a very nice
and polite letter, from the Governor of my state back then; a hell of
a nice fellow who went onto have quite a successful public career,
Mister Tom Kean. He said to me, in response to my letter to him, that
complained about a
specific thing
that was done to me one day, while I was gambling at the Golden
Nugget Hotel and Casino, in Atlantic City, “I
don't think you want me to (paraphrased-get involved with one
particular
play) at the gaming table that you mention”,
and then he went onto discuss what I had written about, involving
an overall
harassment
I felt that I was being given, by
the casino's of Atlantic City, in general.
I want you all to focus on that sentence that I admit I do not recall
the exact words that Governor Kean used, but it was close to what I
wrote in here, in a paraphrase that I put into parenthesis. It is not
about any one thing!!!!!!!!! None of this ever was or will be, about
ONE
PARTICULAR THING.
But take all of those particular things together, and we no longer
have one particular thing that is going on. The biggest thing of all,
is most likely the fact that they have always worried that I would
put together something I learned about, when I was in my nightmare
mid-life crisis of a sort, and frantically searching FOR
MY SARAH,
back
in the middle nineteen-nineties,
huh Misses Estelle Anderson Bassler, of Ormond Beach, Florida,
USA?????????????????? Let me go onto explain that a little bit, YO.
None
of this ever was or will be, about ONE
PARTICULAR THING.
But take all of those particular things together, and we no longer
have one particular thing that is going on.
None
of this ever was or will be, about ONE
PARTICULAR THING.
But take all of those particular things together, and we no longer
have one particular thing that is going on.
None
of this ever was or will be, about ONE
PARTICULAR THING.
But take all of those particular things together, and we no longer
have one particular thing that is going on.
None
of this ever was or will be, about ONE
PARTICULAR THING.
But take all of those particular things together, and we no longer
have one particular thing that is going on.
None
of this ever was or will be, about ONE
PARTICULAR THING.
But take all of those particular things together, and we no longer
have one particular thing that is going on.
None
of this ever was or will be, about ONE
PARTICULAR THING.
But take all of those particular things together, and we no longer
have one particular thing that is going on.
People;
this is so major, that you won't get it, if you're just a mocking
laughing asshole; so please don't expect to!!! From Marcy and Robin's
Lost Love ripoff, to diva Shaniah and her colorful non dreamed city
of more rip offs, to literally dozens of chain reactions and midnight
actions; these
individual things prove little when you are just a poor nobody with
no resources or anyone to give a fuckiGN dam.
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT; kind and unkind folks out here in
Cyber-Village, when you see the pattern, and do the fucking
police-profiling; it all changes to where YOU
ABSOLUTELY
KNOW
IT IS STACKED AGAINST YOU, AND YOU MUST BE IN MOTHER 'FUCKIGN'
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Even the mother fucking rotten © OFFICE, always sides with the big
wigs, and screws shit up, and even alters documents TO
FAVOR THESE SUPER WEALTHY 'FUCKIGN' CUNT CRIMINALS,
Sheriff
Mascara,
sir!!!!!!! I'm very very disappointed in all of you, for not even
giving me the remotest chance. This
is WHY PEOPLE HAVE ALL LOST THEIR FAITH IN YOUR ROTTEN MOTHER
'FUCKIGN' AMERICAN GOVERNMENT; ALL AUTHORITY OUT HERE, YO.
If
we little bastards can be raped and robbed by these pricks, and you
just take their side, and throw us to the fucking cunt dogs; then
expect whatever 2016 throws at you,
because
you all know, that I did predict the great year of woe, AKA
2015.
Oh
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE, upbeat positive Twinbay, of Egg Harbor Township,
New Jersey, USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
cannot tell exactly who told what, or what I heard through what IMHO
were very reliable grapevines, and things along this nature; but I
learned around the time that I was writing my blog about a year, that
I am already in this family of great washcloths, long before I was
brought further into it, during a summer time act of passion,
underneath the Central Pier of Atlantic City, on the first Saturday
of July in the year 1969. It seems that Robert McGuire's grandfather
was a first cousin to my mother's Aunt Alice Gallagher, of Chicago,
Illinois. One day in the early winter time of 1948, McGuire's grand
dad, and her husband, My Great Uncle Arthur or whatever the relation
would be, who axed this lady, and her mom, in their dam sleep, in a
suburb of Boston, Massachusetts; one snowy cold winter's night,
before hanging himself in the basement; went to New Mexico on a
hunting trip, after leaving a two day mid-west Pennsylvania
excursion. They went to a place that I think was called Deer Pass out
not that far from nee-nee-nee-nee-ville and the alien bullshit all
supposedly went down. To hear this told, we learned from the
Exploratronic supermind Society who was faking out that they were
space aliens with a magical powerful space saucer with half
humanoid-half android entities, supposedly interacted with these men,
and even as the Christians would call it, “possessed them”.
Normally this is done to us while we sleep, but not in this case,
because this was all to begin some major WASHCLOTH-FAMILY thing, that
even Morianity does not have all the dam answers to. But I do know
one thing about that repressed memory. My mom described that huge
Indian descent man with the real large round face and his lime bright
green truck, on that day of terror, on 2 August in 1996, ten years to
the day of what caused my dam ass APOLOGY-SONG to be written, and
that description is about as dead on to the man who exited his lime
green bright colored truck, who kicked over my mailbox. On that truck
was a photo of some stupid flying saucer and some stupid ass looking
alien. My mom also told me about that same thing on that truck
thirteen years later, so it just has to be the guy, plus mom told me
he was about late fortyish in age, and he was looking around age 35
to me, when I saw him on that late spring night back in the year of
1983. This is all why I bring up that cool fucking documentary on
television that I saw, so dam often on my blogs, from 1988, called,
“UFO-THE
COVER UP”,
on WPIX,
New York City, TV,
YO!!!!
Now
why the movie called, “THE RING” brought a lot of shit to my mind
that made me aware that I had blocked this dude out of consciousness
all these dam years, 43+, is not too hard to work with and analyze.
THAT
WAS THE EQUATION
all along; right Nurse
Chapel,
Doctor
Roger Corby,
and Gene
Allberries Roddenberry,
of Blucranville, of all great Incollingo's Grocery Store cup cakes,
with transdimensional ingredients???????? And so exactly why didn't
the hang in there forest fire Huntington Hammonton Police, fine me
that day for not having proper identification, during that attempted
murder, and transdimensional shifting of the Blucran
Mysteries.
I'll bet you all a million dollars, that super
talented and wonder MC,
knows
a lot more than she will ever tell!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU
HAVE READ AMP-CEMB-CHAPTER 8.
Stinkyweed
Sleazedisease Jane Pukeweeds almost nailed me, with her one and only
world famous ONES ASSAULT, so I'll need to mother fuckiGN compensate
now, with some nice pwetty fives, Mister Elmer Fwudd, YO BRO!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
''THE
END''; ALL CUTE SAVANTS!
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